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crazy carrot

Last week when I was admiring the bright green of my carrots that I started from seeds, I noticed that the orange of the root was poking out. I figured it must be time to harvest them. So I gently pulled one out of the ground to be surprised by this crazy thing.






Has anyone ever seen anything like this? My husband thinks that since this is the first time we used that ground for garden, maybe the ground wasn't soft enough for the roots to poke deep? Anyways, we mercilessly ate this crazy thing and the taste was pretty good :)
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Shelly said…
I think your husband is probably right about that one, sometimes it seems like no matter how much I work the soil I still get crazy carrots.
August 24, 2008 at 11:30 AM
megha puNAter" said…
that is indeed a crazy carrot.:)
August 24, 2008 at 2:18 PM
aMus said…
hehe...a five in one? you struck the lottery!!! :D
August 24, 2008 at 9:40 PM
Meena said…
Wow...an alien carrot seed maybe ? Just kidding. Tasted good, I hope !
August 25, 2008 at 7:01 AM
Preeti Shenoy said…
The adventures of the Doctor Oak Carrot grown by pink Dogwood. I am going to write a story :)
Cheers
preeti
August 25, 2008 at 9:56 AM
Deb said…
I live in the Granite State so most of my carrots end up looking like aliens - but they still taste good. Interesting how the ones they sell in the grocery stores always look so perfect. Enjoy!
August 25, 2008 at 2:28 PM
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